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It was a random Phight, like any other.
Slingshot was running around Roblox HQ, fooling around with his gear. Shooting at other Phighters with no true precision or need to aim. He was mostly scaring them back to the melees. He was having fun, picking small, low damage shots at his friends on the opposition. Skateboard and Boombox would yell at Slingshot as they were flung by Banhammers banhammer. He knew he would get a few punches on him after that. He was aiming mostly for Skateboard, as that would slow him down and make it easier for the others to send him to respawn.
However, he did not expect what was coming for him.
Skateboard and Boombox hadn't been seen for a while, which made Slingshot slightly on edge. He tried to ignore it, though. He started targeting Medkit, who was trying to heal his basically dead team mates. Medkit was pretty slippery, like a rat doused in oil. So, Slingshot was having a little bit of trouble landing some shots on him. He was distracted, it was the perfect moment for his two friends to strike.
They crept up behind him, Skateboard holding his board in a position where he was to strike Slingshot straight across the head.
Slingshot was unbeknownst to the two boys behind him, and only realised when he was whacked across the head with a wooden board. It felt like a headache, stomachache, panic attack, heart attack, brain attack, tumor, cancer, all at once. He paused for a second, almost as if he was stuck in place. That one second did a lot on him, though. He lost about 100 of his health bar. He only had 50 hp, and even that was rapidly decreasing. The moment he became unstuck, he ran.
He ran around most of Roblox HQ, trying his best to lose the two. His shield wasn't regenerating at all, which was bad. Really bad. He realised he was on the top of the building. The glass panes gleaming off the light that beamed from the sun. He caught himself staring at his reflection on the floor. He look disheveled, messy hair, crimpled clothes, and he was getting tired. Skateboard and Boombox were still on his tail, which didn't make it any easier. He noticed the lack of guard rails on the side of the building. That was quite worrying, considering it's floating off the ground. But, a quick jog of his memory made him remember the very bottom didn't have guard rails either.
He started drifting off to the side when he was running, he was going to jump. It was a risk, sure. But, what's life without risks? When he felt he was close enough, he took a look behind him. Skateboard and Boombox smirked, as Boombox got ready to push Slingshot off with his music waves. Slingshot knew he wasn't about to give Boombox the joy of pushing him off. That would be stupid, and Slingshot knew that. So when they got close enough,
He jumped straight off.
Skateboard and Boombox were surprised at first, taking a second to realise what happened. They ran straight for the edge, looking over it to see no sign of Slingshot. The two sighed, upset at the lack of joy they got. Sure, he was sent back to respawn as far as they knew. But it wasn't nearly as satisfying as pushing him off themselves. They looked at each other in annoyance before going back down to the middle level. Without Slingshot, it was easy to wreak havoc down there, even if only for a little bit. However, a minute later and still no sign of Slingshot started to get them worried.
Slingshot panted as he tried to catch his breath, leaning over a little bit. He had jumped off and dashed onto the platform at the bottom which took a lot out of him. At least now he was safe to regenerate his shield without fear of getting killed. He found himself lucky there was no guard rails. He wondered why nobody used this place more often. It was basically the quietest place in the entire map--which says a lot-- and even right now, there was barely anyone here.
Well, barely anyone except Subspace.
He was standing under where majority of the Phighting was happening. He strategically placed his mines on the ceiling, or more importantly, floor of the higher level. Since the mines were very sensitive, they would activate when someone would walk over where they were placed. Even if it was through the other side of the ceiling, phighters were still getting injured. Slingshot noticed Subspace and realised he was in no shape to be phighting anyone right now. Subspace turned his head to the side, spotting the cat-like phighter. His breath hitched, internally praying to the swords above that Subspace didn't do anything to him.
"Oh!! Hello there!!" Subspace cheered, using his mist walk to run over to Slingshot. Obviously, the cafe owner jumped back in surprise, making sure none of Subspaces mist got to him. Subspace stopped before he was able to reach Slingshot and just quirked his head. He was unsure as to why Slingshot looked so horrified. He tried his best to make himself look presentable this time, even saying hello and it all. to be fair, everyone had the same reaction when they saw him. He couldn't really blame Slingshot for just following what everyone else did to him. It was mostly passed down through watching the other oldies stay away from Subspace, something that secretly hurt his feelings.
"My apologies, have I scared you?!" He yelled way above inside voice. Slingshot wasn't scared because it was Subspace, he was scared because he was low and Subspace had just mist walked towards him at top speeds. If anything, Slingshot found himself fond of the scientist-- not knowing much of his background. He thought it was always kind of mean how everybody treated him. Often, he found himself wanting to comfort and hang out with Subspace for whatever reason. The need to actually talk to him and hang out with him, it was quite confusing for the poor cafe owner. Though, after a little bit he wasn't so tense as he was before. He realised that Subspace didn't have wrong intentions.
"Ah yes, sorry. You spooked me a bit there with your mist walk.. hahha." Slingshot chuckled nervously. Subspace looked a little bit sad but still attempted to save the conversation with Slingshot. Out of all the phighters, Slingshot seemed the kindest. Subspace had always wanted to be friends with him because of how kind he was. Yet, he could still have fun with his friends and discipline his employees. Him, Skateboard, and Boombox always looked like they had so much fun together, while Subspace stared at them from afar, wondering when he would be able to experience that too.
"Ohohoh!! Sorry, Slingshot!!" He laughed, "still have to work on it then!!" Slingshot laughed back, thinking it was somewhat funny. He appreciated the attempt to be nice, though.
"It wasn't that bad I'm just low," he chuckled. Subspace beamed, happy that at least somebody appreciated his efforts. He blushed a little but brushed it off, assuming it was just the weather.
"Well, if thats the case, I'll protect you for now!! You know.. to make sure you don't die!!" He cheered and stuck close to Slingshot. Not like he could do anything anyways, they were on opposite teams. Slingshot still took it as a nice gesture, and sat down on the cold steel. Subspace joined him, still throwing mines up at the floor to avoid getting yelled at later on.
Slingshot was getting comfortable, the openness of the floor made it a little bit cold. He needed warmth or else he felt as if he would freeze. It wouldn't be weird, right? Slingshot inched a little bit closer to Subspace, taking caution as to not get hit by one of his mines. Slingshot sat so they were shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg. He smiled a little at Subspace, who just looked back in confusion.
Slingshot leaned his body onto Subspaces, realising he was much warmer. He snuggled up to his arm and nuzzled his face into Subspaces shoulder. Warmth engulfed him quickly and he was left satisfied. Subspace froze and let it happen. He didn't quite mind the warmth either. It was like a blessing in disguse.
Slingshot was right, Subspace wasn't so bad after all